I sat myself on one of the farthest tables, near the windows so I could gaze outside and contemplate the meaning of life.
Hah. Kidding. I focused on the important thing: the food in front of me.
I wasn’t one of those people who could sit there and eat all ladylike. Etiquette and its very definition had been lost on me. I shoveled food into my mouth just as well as the next guy, chewing with my mouth open and burping every so often. I used to drive my parents mad. It was kind of funny—I’d started eating like that on purpose to annoy them, but eventually it became an ingrained habit.
The pancakes were good, but the bacon was where it’s at. I loved bacon. I loved bacon almost as much as Ash loved her chicken nuggets. There were just some things in life you could kill for, and bacon was one of them. Heaven would be me surrounded by bacon…and other appendages made of meat.
Okay, that was a failed attempt at trying to joke like I used to. It fell about as flat as my pancakes were.
Dicks. I meant I’d be surrounded by bacon and dicks in heaven.
Eh. Shouldn’t be thinking of dicks anyway, considering my recent history with them. Me and dicks lately didn’t mix well. I mean, when I was with Levi, it felt hella good, but there was always a tiny part of me that worried what Mel would do if she found out.
Wish I would’ve known what was going to happen; I could’ve saved myself a lot of trouble.
I let out a sigh, having finished my plate of food. I was about to reach into my pocket to pull out my phone so I could glance at the time, but again, the joke was on me. No phone to be seen, which made me dart my eyes all around the area near me, trying to find a clock hanging on a wall. Totally old-school.
I found one hanging above the side entrance to the union nearest me. A few minutes until ten, and I wondered if whoever it was was going to be late, make me wait.
I didn’t have to wonder for long, because not two seconds later did I see someone walk through the doors the clock was near, someone I didn’t want to see. A person who made my heart skip a beat, my skin heat up, and my inner thighs clench in memory of feeling his cock inside of me.
Levi.
Fucking Levi.
I should’ve known. I should’ve known better than to hope it would be anyone else.
Levi looked…well, good was an understatement. Even with his brown hair dripping wet, he was still jaw-droppingly gorgeous in a way most guys just weren’t. His thick shoulders had an old, worn jean jacket on, the top layer a darker color than the rest due to being wet from the rain. Jeans that looked amazing, hugging every feature on his tall body—and I meant every feature.
His crotch. I meant his crotch. Totally natural for my eyes to drop there, right?
Once he stepped inside, he surveyed the area, spotting me instantly. Meanwhile, I still ogled him, my jaw practically on the floor. No cool Kelsey today. She hightailed it a while ago, apparently.
Levi’s expression turned serious, and he headed straight for me. I crossed my legs, trying to ignore the way my body heated up. God, it was good to see him again, even after our last encounter. Even after what I said and what I did, I still liked seeing him.
Stupid. Fucking stupid.
He took the chair opposite me, sliding into it easily, suave his middle name. Me? My mouth was still agape, and I bet I looked awful. Just when I got my jaw under control, closing it so I didn’t look like a silly little girl in way over her head, I noticed that his cheeks and chin were free of stubble, recently shaved.
Smooth. So smooth.
Thoughts entered my head that most certainly shouldn’t, but I could not stop those thoughts from forming nonetheless: how would that face feel between my legs, that mouth attached to me?
“Kelsey,” Levi spoke my name in a murmur, a chill going down my spine. Mel’s raincoat sat next to me, folded up, and it took everything in me to not grab it, throw it over my shoulders, and run away. Run far, far away from this man.
To say I was hot and cold for him would be an understatement. I didn’t know whether I wanted to fuck his brains out or run for my life to avoid the hold he had on my heart.
“Why did I have the feeling it was going to be you?” I asked, fiddling with the paper plate in front of me. This campus was not privy to the whole recycling thing. Straws and plastic lids were still in abundance.
“Maybe because no matter how hard we try, we can’t seem to avoid each other,” Levi offered, setting his hands on the table between us. Those hands…they were capable of a lot of things, more things I shouldn’t be thinking of right now.
Like how they felt traversing my body, caressing every part of me. How strong they could be, forcing my legs open. How firm those wonderful hands could be as he grabbed my wrists and held me in place, as if I’d ever run.
I said nothing, watching as Levi’s back straightened, as he reached into his pocket and pulled out my phone. He set it on the table between us, closer to him than me. If I made any fast moves for it, he’d be able to snatch it up quicker. It was a purposeful placement.
“You want to tell me what your phone was doing outside my house?” Levi posed the question, those blue eyes
